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‘Who is to be angry with you now?’ ‘Miss Prudence, that’s who,’ stated Joan bluntly. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. And if one were to love some one very much, it’s just so that one would be blindest, just when one wanted most to see. ’ Grasping the lantern, and heedless now of the discomforts of the passage, Melusine flew like the wind back towards the library, the vision of Jack Kimble’s white face driving her on.
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